Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1605 Vormir

The newly hatched dragon blinked its eyes twice.

Then, in a clear and youthful tone, it answered without any hesitation.

"My name is Vormir."

An immediate silence descended.

Max's clone stood frozen, his hand suspended in mid-air as he gazed at the tiny dragon with utter disbelief.

"You… can talk?"

The shock he felt was genuine.

He had anticipated the hatchling might chirp, roar, or perhaps convey basic feelings. What he never imagined was that a creature, moments old, would casually utter perfect words.

Even more astonishing was the second part.

It already possessed a name.

Not a name bestowed by others.

Its very own designation.

Max's clone felt genuinely shaken.

"What sort of race hatches with the ability to speak and introduce themselves?" he muttered.

The little dragon, Vormir, puffed out his chest with pride, as if this reaction was entirely expected.

Tian then stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor intact.

"There is no need for such surprise," he stated. "Dragons are among the most ancient races in existence. Their origins date back to eras before many current bloodlines even existed."

He regarded the hatchling with a rare display of respect.

"Unlike ordinary creatures, true dragons inherit ancient knowledge through their bloodline. The moment they hatch, many instincts are already awakened. Speech is natural to them, as is the awareness of their own names."

Max's clone frowned in amazement. "They are born knowing their names?"

Tian nodded.

"A dragon's name is not chosen arbitrarily. It is intrinsically linked to lineage, soul resonance, and blood memory. In essence, the name awakens concurrently with the dragon."

Max looked at Vormir with renewed curiosity.

"That sounds rather unfair," he commented softly. "Some children take years to learn to speak, yet he emerged from the egg already introducing himself."

Blob bounced in agreement.

"And flying too!"

Vormir let out a smug little snort, clearly relishing the attention.

He then leaped from Max's clone's shoulder, flapped his wings, and began circling everyone once more, as if showing off even more now that his capabilities were acknowledged.

Max's clone stared upwards before letting out a helpless laugh.

"So not only can you talk…"

He shook his head.

"You are arrogant right from birth as well."

The little dragon roared proudly in response, though the sound was more adorable than fearsome.

Max smiled as he witnessed everything through his clone's shared perception.

Observing the little dragon's boasting, its circling flights, and how it treated the entire Dimension of Spirit as if it already belonged to him brought genuine amusement to Max. Even from a distance, the hatchling's vibrant personality was impossible to overlook.

Then, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

With a mere thought, he opened a connection to the Dimension of Spirit and summoned the little dragon to his presence.

A flash of light materialized in the skies above Dragon Death Valley.

In the next moment, Vormir appeared mid-air, flapping his tiny wings wildly in surprise as he struggled to regain his balance.

He looked around in confusion.

The familiar environment of the Dimension of Spirit had vanished. Lily, Blob, Tian, and the others were nowhere in sight. In their stead was an endless expanse of sky, fierce winds, and the vast lands of Orion spread out far below.

Then his gaze shifted.

And froze.

Beside him loomed an enormous black dragon, its body stretching like a moving mountain across the heavens. Scales darker than the deepest night armored its colossal form. Vast wings stirred tempests with every movement. Golden-black eyes blazed with sovereign majesty.

Vormir's little jaw dropped.

Then, pure excitement exploded across his face.

"Big Brother Max!" he cried out in his youthful voice. "Are you also a dragon?!"

Without a trace of fear, the hatchling immediately began circling Max's gigantic dragon form, inspecting him from every angle with profound amazement.

He flew past the great horns, around the massive wings, under the long neck, and swirled around the tail, emitting impressed little sounds the entire time.

Max experienced a brief moment of surprise.

Even in this transformed state, Vormir had recognized him instantly.

However, after recalling the mysterious nature of true dragons, that surprise quickly dissipated.

"Hehe," Max chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling like distant thunder. "I am still human, but I possess the ability to transform into a dragon as well."

Vormir paused in mid-air and nodded with extreme seriousness.

"Oh, that must be wonderful," he declared proudly. "A most honorable occasion for you."

Max stared for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Even in its nascent state, this little dragon exuded an overwhelming pride in its race.

To Vormir, becoming a dragon was clearly the ultimate blessing imaginable.

"You think incredibly highly of dragons, don't you?" Max inquired with amusement.

Vormir puffed out his diminutive chest.

"As it should be."

Max let out another hearty laugh.

Then, his gaze was lifted towards the horizon, where an enormous mountain ascended, its summit piercing the swirling clouds.

"Do you see that distant mountain?" he inquired.

Vormir immediately whirled around, his focus locking onto the distant peak.

Upon spotting it, he nodded with great enthusiasm.

"I see it!"

Max's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Then let us race there and discover who reaches it first."

The instant the words left his lips, his colossal wings unfurled dramatically.

A tempestuous wind erupted outwards as Max propelled himself forward like a dark comet, cleaving through the heavens with astonishing velocity.

For a fleeting moment, Vormir was left dumbfounded.

Then, he cried out in indignant protest.

"Big Brother Max, you're cheating!"

The little dragon flapped his minuscule wings with every ounce of his strength, giving chase at his absolute maximum speed.

Despite his diminutive stature, his innate draconic talent was nothing short of extraordinary. He zipped through the air, a mere blur of black light, skillfully navigating the powerful winds generated by Max's rapid passage.

What ensued was a truly comical spectacle.

On one hand, there was a magnificent, gargantuan black dragon, capable of shaking the very foundations of the world.

On the other, a minuscule hatchling, roaring in frustration while pursuing him with every iota of his desperate resolve.

Max, with deliberate intent, would occasionally throttle back his speed just enough to allow Vormir to close the gap, only to surge ahead once more, eliciting a chorus of indignant shouts from the smaller dragon each time.

"That doesn't count!"

"You got a head start!"

"You're using your massive dragon wings!"

Max found himself laughing so uncontrollably that he almost faltered in his flight.

Before long, the skies above Orion were graced by the peculiar sight of two dragons hurtling towards the distant mountain: one, a figure of immense power and ancient grandeur; the other, tiny, incensed, and utterly resolute in his determination not to be outdone.